A LOT OF FANTROLLS

velocitiestrumpet:

Why were you here?

You didn’t want to be here, you barely knew who’d ‘laid with the sun’ this time, but they’d dragged you out to attend anyway.

These things always went the same. They’d march everybody out to watch the corpses being filed into the air lock before they were shot out into space, most likely to rot and fill up the void.

Seems like it’s two bodies to unveil, a fight it seems.

First is a blueblood. An engineer by the look of things.

But who’s the oth-

…..

No.

Oh God.

No.

No no no no.

Not her.

Anyone but her.

You’d barely realised she’d been on the same ship at you. Why had she been on this ship???

Was you being here barely enough???

You bite back the sound in your throat till it passes your teeth as a whimper, forcing every inch of you to stay still and listen through the passing words these monsters give to the corpses.

…You can see the looks on their faces as some look at you.

They knew how much this was hurting you. How much it pained you to sit through this and when it finally finishes and the sound of the air lock sucking out both corpses into the void pops the ears of all around, you burst into a sprint back to your room.

…

…

You can’t believe she was here. She was here and you’d barely noticed.

How long had it been?

So many cycles?

You could barely tell on this fucking ship anymore.

You hated it here.

You hated these Trolls.

You hated what they’d done to your life.

…

All you can do now, is sit there. Hunched over and breathing haggard as the pain of your lungs shoots through you, they can’t make anymore sound.

All you can do.

Is think.

And remember.

Remembering is all you have left.

help help my heart hurts, help 8’I